January 24, 2014 Common Thread Collective Poetic Commentary Is.10

Excerpt from Empty Harvest: Understanding the Link between Our Food, Our Immunity and Our Planet by Dr. Bernard Jensen and Mark Anderson, copyright 1990 by Bernard Jensen.

From the chapter on Soil, pg 36:

“To appreciate the historical perspective of the diminished state of the human immune system in the 1990s, we must not assume that science and truth march straight ahead and that the present is the beneficiary of the accumulated knowledge of the past. Because, in many instances—health and nutrition is one—the past is full of deception and factual manipulation resulting in the inheritance of a tarnished view of scientific progress. History repeatedly proclaims that business and politics are too important to be governed by the facts of unfeigned science.”

Healthy Forest YNP, photo by Rain 2006

“Business and politics are too important to be governed by

Unfeigned, [genuine] science”…

Oh deceiver

What do you stand to gain

An inch above your brother

For a platform to your shoe inlay’n

Puppet masters began the trend

Now see your height as their will to bend

Easily paid for with the blood of the land

Coins, stolen from the destiny of the dead

Pool in your pockets instead

Now the living dead cannot ferry across

The rivers of Styx and Acheron

Lest we also become acolytes

In the temples of Dow, Monsanto and Chevron

The great-grandfather figureheads of the modern myths

Getting us drunk on the whiskey that pours from their lips

Lulling us to sleep on neoliberal currencies

Too intoxicated to feel the barb-wire sting of their so-called securities

Rocked by the water-treatment-ways that stole the living river from its course

Daydreaming in the empire’s nightmare built on the malnourishment of profit-bound force

Stamped with the claim to Freedom

Freedom, bleached re-enriched with a shelf life of a century

Freedom, soap bubbles floating from the mouths of millions

Freedom, a kingdom of the spirit; we have the keys to it, but cannot find

Freedom is a hollow claim

When the business of politics and industry dictate

Living ways

Perhaps the cry will again

Strike true chords

And remind us that

The life to know is more than mine or yours

We all feed on the health of the soil

The well-being of our rootlets in communion

Foster the well-being of our soul

And therein true Freedom may sprout once more…

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December 13, 2013

December 13, 2013

Reality Bytes (Poetic Commentary)

Alexandria “Rain” Smith

Dedicated to the transfigured bodies that have been so asked to trade pounds of flesh and bone, for radiation and chemotherapy; asked to “Slash, burn and poison” their own journey. Spirit whole despite body.

Cancers have come to ask us to bear the scars of the relationship our species has come to inflict upon the equally living body of this planet at our feet and there are as many variations on how this cancerous disease grows into our being as there are seeds blowing on the winds—well as used to be blown about before the Economic entomologist figured out the most profitable reasons to develop chemicals on massive scales. With a greatness now that truly rivals the development of petroleum, but they are more like monstrous Siamese twins than competitors, for it is so convenient that atomic science has enabled dead-creation to fracture the ancient flora’s fertile compost into pieces far removed from the peace of the ancient waterdance that helped give birth to the black gold we defile the water with today. Spilling it through patched and inspected to be unworthy pipelines like intravenously shooting up with a needle shared too many times and hungry to infect life with compounds enabling Auto Immune Disease Syndromes to seek and conquer like Drones precision shooting up entire school yards and community activist family homes with their shrapnel with their undiscriminating aim to kill kill kill, the echoing refrain of the fear of the unknown or the fear of being figured out. Work! Spend! The capitalist refrain of the empty economic theory of endless growth that only makes sense to me if you perceive that the earth itself enabled the human species along with countless, incredible others tens of hundreds of thousands of circles around a star to endlessly grow into new and ever more enchanting life forms until one became so pompous to believe that life could be so vital to the one that it could bear to live without all the miraculous relations that openly offer up the medicine another soul is calling for. For when you open your perception to encompass the whole story being told upon this little spinning blue reflecting ball there is more compassion being shared across the species borders than within and between our own…

In 1981 at a Conference held by the National Alliance of Business, Pres. Ronald Reagan said, “Excessive Government spending, taxing and regulating no matter how well intended is a formula for disaster. Volunteer activities and philanthropy play a role as well as economic incentives and investment opportunities. To be certain we’re talking about America’s deep sense of generosity (HA!)—but we’re also talking about a buck for business if it helps to solve our social ills.”

As for the former message of this statement I’d like to know what it’d be like in my lifetime (I was born 2 years after that conference took place) to have the branches of our government that are imagined to be regulating the products in our markets to protect our health and safety actually doing that, but if the Trans-Pacific Partnership (TPP) gets passed that’s never going to happen.

And as for the last bit… Yeah, if it helps to solve our ills, that’s the business best engaged in, a job worth doing, if only because vitally necessary the worst job is born with deep dignity and pro’vocation to be busy. I’d personally love to see more beings beautiful busyness watching out for bees, helping them and all the countless interrelations flowing from their pollinating making the world more vibrant, verdant, colorful, a scent’suous dance —as though the path to sweet honey’s making secretly weaves sweetness into the daydream of the planet, innerwoven like the tides of the Moon’s song beating seas, rocking seeds into their beds, may they find, en’root, be’hold, be’held, be’leaf, be bud be blossom to flower, may be fruit capable to cradle new seed…

Lettuce, let us release belief to be held, beholden to the part we play in a dance far greater than the plastic castle of bitumen sludge spewing hydraulicFRACKtured blanched waters like chemotherapy for the Earth Mother’s body, evaporating up to be spun through turbine jet wings, exhausted now, spinning lines of free radicals growing cancerous cloud covers, raining acid to accompany the thunderous megaload transfers of raped materials industrially manipulated to create massive machines whose sole purpose is to rape and pollute a world we might be able to live healthfully and creatively with indefinitely if we can end the successions of the mighty few who profit now by the tens of millions of people made slaves to the purchase and wage enslavement of products that are weakening our immunity, toxifying the planet and numbing us like Huxley’s “soma” in the Brave New World the colonial patriarchy create by killing the Goddess and disparaging(despair raging through) the Mystic Creative power of the unknowable Feminine that whispers our names on a moon breeze of soft qi only your true presence can perceive because it’s speaking through the aggregate of every atom of your being calling out to you: “See you are a shining knight, a star of beauty to transform visions of brutal night, not in the least bit little, but a big bright phenomenal Light!”

…just imagine when we unite…

Quan Yin

Compassion Heals

 

 

Peace.

Selah.

Blessed Be.

 

This commentary was especially inspired by Trey: Harold Fanando Owens III and the Documentary: Pink Ribbon Inc. Directed by Lea Pool.

http://www.firstrunfeatures.com/pinkribbonsinc/

December 6, 2013 CommonThread Commentary Is.3

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By Alexandria “Rain” Smith

This piece is dedicated to everyone who doesn’t feel worthy of the liberation we all deserve. We all deserve the Freedom to feel through what we are feeling; to listen and follow our emotion into understanding. We are all worthy of living, feeling, breathing, learning many practices, praxis’ of exploring how we relate and what we create by our own offerings. I dedicate this Peace to every being that has been so challenged to follow their creative passions because an Other, in their weakness, felt threatened by what we might be, empowered—truly the most tragic mishap of all history, the cause of immeasurable pain, these kinds that fester, are refracted and perpetuated through concepts of time. In our moments of eclipsed light may we see the auras of the courageous candles that burned their way through the walls of adversity that others may follow and see: it’s a long road, so you gotta decide what it’s worth to be free.

“Creating health requires making a paradigm shift… to a new way of thinking about and being in relationship with our bodies, our minds, our spirits, and our connection with the universe.” –Chistiane Northrup Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom

“It is what we make out of what we have, not what we are given that separates one person from another.” Nelson Mandela Long Walk to Freedom

We dream ourselves forward. Transformation born of our hope, our need; discovered, within a dry wrinkled weakened sheath, a most beautiful and tiny seed willing to swallow us through the birthing canal into a new day’s dream.  We follow the footsteps of the most beautiful courageous being we can imagine could be. Be, as Florida Scott-Maxwell put it, “Fierce with reality.” We look upon the living tapestry and acknowledge the disease along with the beauty. We refuse to deny that “indelible blight” of Apartheid, American slavery, the Andrew Jackson-Nazi-Pol Pot-Pinochet-Generals of the Dirty War-Mbotu Sese Seko-regimes of unquantifiable atrocities, all these scars we bear as humanity. We will not forget the paths that brought us into darkness that we may face the challenge of bringing each other back into the light. Blessings for the struggles to suture the gashes they were, were born of “proud rebelliousness, a stubborn sense of fairness” that rallies the mistreated to arise!

Life patterns entrap us when they’re not helping to imprint us with positive reinforcement, giving us strength to realize the best stance to take at the moment we are asked what we have to offer. We make the decisive and patient choice to untangle the knots of our conditioning formed by the battles of our personal experience. Meditating upon the mediation of enemy perspectives we hear the song describing the Good Red Road between them. As fully prismatic, multifaceted beings, we become willing to take a multifaceted approach to a life of re-creating health, regenerating the wealth of collective wholeness. We confront the imprisonment of habitual fears, entrenched in presumption culturally created by a hierarchical perspective to maintain perverted states of control, We are breaking free to realize we can lay the foundations that allow true strength to catalyze and evolve into miraculous collaborations no one alone could have ever foreseen.

On this walk, we take with us the wisdom forged before us, for us. We listen to the voices calling within us speaking the languages of fellow ailments wailing like a mighty chorus. We retreat when the violence simply floors us, but we will never surrender our will to wait for a break in the storm to let the rainbow once again shine and realign the paradigms in order to see the path of mending before us.

Peace

Selah

Blessed Be.

November 29, 2013 CommonThread Commentary Is.2

November 29, 2013

Reality Bytes (Poetic Commentary)

Written by Alexandria “Rain” Smith

Dedicated to four directions of Indigenous Resistance; the actions of every person born to this planet that protect and preserve the ability for life beyond humanity to thrive. To those who Idle No More, who Occupy the heart of resistance in order to protect what we’ve not yet lost, to heal what’s been lost, broken, victimized, taken, and to grow natural empowerment that nourishes the diversity all life needs to face the challenges of disease. To the Peace wagers that would silence violence with their own flesh in order to suffocate the perpetuation of war-cultures colonizing, today my heartstrings play for you.

 

Today the Earth spins, the Moon guides tides, the sun illuminates.

Today my giving thanks is a dance perpetuating balance that elucidates.

Today, arisen strong with remnants of gratitude crazy quilted together into memories wooly and warm for snuggling up with when comforting camaraderie, not faded but gone far away to alight upon other focal points of exchange, for giving through formless self, gifts of form in time and space; treasures of wealth that defy a material gauge.

Today while many are judging their day by how much they are able to buy, how much money they are able to spend or save, today I contemplate the many who are taking to the cold in attempts to save time for the future. Those that are standing along roadways in protest of heavy equipment driven to further degrade our quality of living. Those that are in the streets in protest of government regimes that continue to value corporate schemes higher than what the communities they govern really need. Those that are chained to trees, heavy machinery, or busy telling resistance stories. Those that are gathering to support workers, to support first nation rights, to support the environments that sustain more than us, to support the peaceful flights of reality that are changing communities from within by challenging the prejudicial structures that attempt to uphold schisms.

Today I give thanks for every person who faces danger, judgment, extreme weather or political environments in order to personally proclaim truth to power, whether I agree with their perspectives or not. I give thanks for the disease that guides us to learn causes to cure. I give thanks for the difficult paths that teach the courage to endure.

Today I give thanks today for free, to freedom- the place where prosperity reigns for everyone to enjoy with equanimity, the place where what we create is valued more than status, ownership and profitability. Where our creative intentions are for the benefit of all and weaken none. That’s where my gratitude calls home. Where blue scarves are tokens of solidarity beneath our universal sky-dome, where different creeds, religions, political perspectives and beliefs can still acknowledge grounds for unity.

 

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What really lay beneath?

Today I am grateful for all that surrounds me, for I know so little of the whole story. I am grateful for this ability to glide along and witness more and more international and intentional communities. I am grateful for these times, for these challenges that are allowing more and more people to abandon ‘us and them’ for ‘We’. I am grateful for dreamers making the gardens for their dreams to seed. I am grateful for the wombs, the womyn, the moon dancers who carried us into the light. For their partners in the dance that create new life from hipstories twisting or intellectual electric tendrils conceiving insight to bear new beings. Sprouted to grow the length of the praxis lines we follow spiraling. To greet rising sons and daughters of new tomorrows grounded in the strength of our Mother, the Mother of all, this Mother ball that holds us for the length of the journey carrying us upon foundations of mystery within the atmosphere of creation being born between the dancing of Earth and Sun through this shimmering galaxy.

Peace

Selah

Blessed Be